Twenty-Eight

Roman’s POV

I hadn’t slept an ounce when my alarm went off. It wasn’t that it was my mother’s funeral today but the memory of me ripping out Lucille’s throat that had been playing on an endless loop in my mind. There was no possible way she could have survived that. I watched the light leave her eyes. I heard her heart stop beating and I felt her body go limp and cold. Had she miraculously survived her father wouldn’t have spent the last months chasing me. When Cleo asked me if I thought her father had something to do with it, I wanted to say no but I couldn’t. Truth is it was very likely he had played a massive part in Lucille’s return. Witches were powerful I’d give them that, but not even they had the power needed to resurrect corpse that had spent the better part of a year decomposing.

As hard for me and my family the death of my mother is, I couldn’t ignore how hard this also was for Cleo. Her and her sister had both been welcomed into not only my home but my family. Everything s